While contemplating my next move with Jon B, I’m realizing that aside from him being cute and seemingly good on paper, we really don’t have that much in common or at least nothing else that I can tell because he doesn’t talk about much. Sure, we both enjoy eating and indulging in cocktails, but other than that I only know that he’s hustling to expand his business, takes a lot of naps and feels slighted that his daughter isn’t too interested in his Skyping calls. That’s it – just the surface and superficial stuff. So as I’m telling a friend about his latest radio silent act like, she silence me the most perfect suggestion: “You need…

Years ago when people actually read email forwards, I remember one that had been circulated quite a few times. It was called the 12 types of men and while it was really targeted a more”urban” audience with its references to thugs and baby daddies, but still had a few on there that everyone could relate to. Having become a seasoned dater, I can honestly say that I’ve probably dated every type of man there is – both good and bad. While it’s true there’s no such thing as perfection with anyone, there are definitely certain types that can drive you bat shit crazy or close to it. You’ve read about many…

Everything about this latest situation is different. I woke up this morning to both dogs at the foot of the bed; Thelma on his side and Louise on my side. Every now and then, feeling each one turning around head as if to make sure we’re in our spot. After snapping the photo of our guardians, I turned over to study the intricate design of his tatted back. I love the way his olive skin tone allows each detail to pop. Oh yes, I said olive. I said this was different; it’s my first time swirling while dating and I like it. We all know I’ve had plenty of success…

Last night’s conversation with July Guy was GREAT, but it almost didn’t happen because after I had given him my number for him to (per his words, have a chat), all he did was fire off a flurry of text messages and not one was asking when I was free to talk. I hate that shit! Hate it, hate it, HATE it. Even if we’re talking about a regular encounter outside of online dating, why do people use text messaging as a way of getting to know someone? If we make it past the first couple of calls and like each other when meeting, we’ll have plenty of time for…

On and off, hide and reveal, resign and restart. The vicious cycle known as online dating and for the life of me, I just don’t understand how men can continue to sabotage themselves by ruining the most important part of the process – the dating profile and specifically, the photos. Do these men not realize that they can turn a woman all the way on by what he’s sharing in his profile and just the same, can turn us off completely by choosing the lazy, cheesy and sleazy photos like this debonair fella right here: Yes, this is an actual photo from someone’s profile and yes – he looks like…

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Someone new reached out to me over the weekend online and sent this: I know there’s less than a snowball chance in hell that you will even respond to this message, but sending it anyway. Your profile is well written and you’re photos are great, depicting a woman who’s at the tip of her game. Yet you’re single (presumably) and online. This might be out of line, but I’m guessing you’re still single because you’re looking for that perfect guy on your carefully crafted list of about 101 different things. But maybe… just maybe I’m wrong and if so, you’ll respond and we’ll end up riding off into the sunset.…

The funny thing about dating is that there are so many different types of men and situations out there so you really are placed in a position of picking your poison. My last date from a few months ago really had it together. He owned a couple of properties, had a stable career with no debt and only one child and was just as eager as myself to find someone special and settle down. That same man was also a self-centered, controlling, condescending asshole who believed he was the crème de la crème and couldn’t understand why or how any woman could reject him. But like the others he’d complained…

EXCLUSIVITY Related to exclusivity: Mutual exclusivity ex·clu·sive (ĭk-sklo͞o′sĭv) adj. 1. Excluding or tending to exclude: exclusive barriers. 2. Not allowing something else; incompatible: mutually exclusive conditions. 3. Not divided or shared with others: exclusive publishing rights. 4. Not accompanied by others; single or sole. It’s late and as I’m ready to call it a night, he sends me a text asking if we are now dating exclusively. I don’t respond and in the morning will use the excuse that I’d fallen asleep. We’ve had two outings together and the first didn’t leave a very favorable impression. Hell, I haven’t even had a chance to share what went wrong with that…

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They’re pretty much all the same. I really don’t think it matters which dating site you’re using because as long as a man can use the Internet, he can sign up on ALL of them. This genius has followed me from Black People Meet to Plenty of Fish and now this latest site. STILL dumb as hell so why not mess with him and have a little fun. Perhaps if I made it easy for him and said I was Caitlyn ‘ s number one fan he would have got it. Maybe. Until there’s a cure… Carmen Jones Posted from WordPress for Android

I’m caught up in this vicious cycle where the levels of frustration are so bad that I say to hell with it all. I take down all of my decorations and pretty pictures, and might even leave some threatening note before finally ending things for good. After a couple of weeks or so, boredom usually sets in and a little sliver of hope pops into my mind that maybe – just maybe things will be different this time. Aren’t these the types of thoughts that makes a person want to have some reflective moments to re-evaluate their purpose and goals? Hell yeah, it certainly is so after much thought and…

Last week’s date marked the first time I’ve gone out with a non-black man and while one “quick” meet up will never allow me to claim an interracial dating experience, at least I was open coerced enough to have tried it. During that excruciating hour and eleven minutes with the hangover I’ll call Guido, a few things became perfectly clear to me: (1) nearly every man lies about at least one thing on his dating profile, (2) broken English and improper verb tense isn’t something I’ll ever be able to stomach, and (3) being told how beautiful I am repeatedly in one sitting is a little creepy. That being said,…